That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 844:

Leaving them for Vladya, he hunted only the one that mattered.

Then, he saw her.

The masked Urekai carrying her was running through the underbrush.

Daemonikai roared, lunging forward. The assassin saw him and immediately dropped Emeriel.

She crashed to the ground, rolling to the side.

Daemonikai was about to charge at his attacker when a folded piece of cloth was thrown at him.

Mid-flight, it unfolded sharply, releasing a cloud of powdered toxins.

He pulled back, his nostrils flaring. Dragon’s blood. Abadin leaf. The distinct scent of snake skin, probably even mixed with snake bone.

him, his muscles screamed. Any ordinary Urekai would have collapsed instantly, paralyzed and defenseless, but he

hence the exaggeration. A mixture of toxins powerful enough to burn through the bones

pressed on. With every ounce of his dwindling

the dagger from the assassin’s belt and drove it into him. He aimed for precise, vital points, again and again,

burst through the brush, in his

“Are you alright?”

gritted through his

care of him. I need to

through the forest; the only thing guiding him now was his

her unconscious and

new content now

her into his arms and took off again, his feet pounding the ground, back to Ravenshadow. The pain pierced through his limbs. The toxins burned

trembled from the effort of carrying her, but he didn’t

whispered over and over as he

my angel.